The Freelance Alchemist

by flameboy21th

Set a few years after Roy Mustang's revolution. Fido Antonio is a freelancer who is living a simple life. Things change forever when a group of rebels attack the citizens of Central City. Saved by a newbie State Alchemist under Lieutenant Colonel Alex Louis Armstrong, they set out to investigate what on earth is going on

2. Chapter 2

The Freelance Alchemist

Chapter 2: The Lightning Alchemist

It was a girl in a military uniform (and a miniskirt.) She had long brown hair and dark gray eyes. She also had a large belt that had one bronze and one silver medal attached on it.

The goons raised their guns, but before they had time to pull the trigger, the girl placed her hand on her bronze medal, blue electric sparks lit it, and the guns were yanked out from them and landed near the her feet. She placed her hand on the silver one; it also emitted small electric sparks, and then shot multiple blasts at the goons, paralyzing all of them. They collapsed, shaking violently, but still lived.

Behind the girl was a squad of Central soldiers. The soldiers handcuffed the goons and pushed them on the personnel transport vehicles.

The female alchemist looked around. "Secure the dead bodies; don't let anyone get near them," she commanded.

"Yes, Major."

Fido Antonio walked out of his concrete shield as he was signaled by the female alchemist. She gave him a brief smile.

"Major Gertrude Houston, the Lightning Alchemist. I work for Lieutenant Colonel Armstrong," she introduced herself

"Fido Antonio, err… freelancer. I…err… work for myself," Fido babbled, but he managed to shake her hand.

BANG!

A flash bang went off. The fierce light almost blinded Fido. He felt incredibly dizzy and lost his balance. After a few minutes he regained his vision, although it was still blurry. Nearby, Major Houston and her squad struggled to stand up.

Something was wrong. Fido could feel it, but he din not know what.

"Damn it!" Houston cursed, "not again."

"Again?" Fido asked, bewildered.

"The bodies, they're gone," Houston pointed at the street. To Fido's shock, all the bodies of the victims and the killed gunman were indeed gone, and the captured goon was nowhere to be seen.

"Every time, we all fail to stop them. These bastards kill a whole bunch of people, steal their bodies, and then ran away. Every… single…time."

Author's note: Here we can see the conflict build up of my story. I also include some miniskirt jokes (they will reappear later.) I hope you guys like my second OC.